I don't know what I'll ever do if my ability to adventure diminishes. The drive home was spent daydreaming of Mongolia. After unpacking, making sure no jury duty or lottery winning notices were in the mail, watering some decrepit looking plants, doing wash and eating, I did a good picture by picture stare at this awesome photo set again. I'm sure that vastness is going to hurt as well as inspire. I think if I didn't have sequential adventures on the horizon, I think the analogy is like all those clouds above the Mongolian landscape - without moisture they just disappear and are nothing.